White Tropical Christmas and other thoughts

If there could be an equivalent to a white Christmas in the tropics, today would be it. It hasn't stopped pouring since last night. It's as if there's a leaky pipe in heaven and the angels are in the middle of fixing it. Meanwhile, divine water trickles, pours, trickles down to earth, leaving me somewhat anxious for my flight to my secret getaway in a few hours. It's complete misery out there.

Ideally, Christmas would be filled with people I love and like descending on me all at once. And if I had that every day, it would be Christmas all year long. This year, the people I love and like have been descending on me. Just not all at once. And for the first time EVER, I'm going away for Christmas. As usual, a part of me screams "GO! FLY! DON'T COME BACK! GO OUT AND LIVE AS MANY DIFFERENT LIVES AS YOU CAN!" By and large it's a part that has been dormant for years. It rarely rears up; only when I'm feeling pernickety beyond belief (PBB) and I only feel PBB once in a while, especially when it's that time of year combined with when I have so many things and projects I want to do but haven't done any of them because life happens.

But thankfully, I'm also surrounded by old and new friends who are more than decent human beings. That means I shall not fly just yet.

I wasn't going to blog. I almost gave up on blogging. But, one indulges oneself in one's diversions and little distractions. So, against better judgement, I am drawn to a Christmas day blog entry.

Ah, the rain has stopped, and the anxiety is assuaged a little. The pipe must have been fixed.

A blessed Christmas. Don't wait all year to show goodwill toward men (and women).

Photo: The celebration at church last night, which I enjoyed immensely.